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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 11, 2007 19:35:01 GMT -5
Don ignored the boys' comments, especially the one about being wrapped around the Defense professor's finger. He was who he was simply because he was sick of the life his father had been forcing on him, and the mindless ideals he had been portraying for the past five years. He was standing up for himself, as much as he was for the little slip of a girl.
"I'm not here to fight you; just leave the girl alone."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 11, 2007 18:26:11 GMT -5
A bench off to the side of the Entrance Courtyard was occupied only by Dónall and his bag. He sat with his entire body on the bench seat, legs propped up with a book open laying flat against them. Every so often he would raise his eyes from the enthralling story to see what his House Mates were up to. He could hear some talking about him, but he paid them no attention.
However, when he saw a couple of them approach a blond haired little girl, probably a first year, he knew they weren't doing something honorable like offering to help with her homework. They could only be doing one thing.
He used to be the one leading those confrontations, but now he was the one who stood aside and watched. But, today, he just couldn't take it anymore. He knew he was no longer one of them, and that didn't scare him.
He dropped his book as he stood up abruptly, not caring that he lost his place. He left his bag and book unattended and strode over to where Anthony Corenthos and Hector Davenough were, intending to give them a piece of his mind.
"Oi, Corenthos, Davenough - step away from the firstie." he interjected, "Don't ya have anything better to do with your waste of time?"
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Jan 13, 2008 16:20:54 GMT -5
Donall walked a bit ahead of where the young girl sat, then listened to the voice in his head. You're old self would have taken this golden opportunity, Kennedy. And the changed you would've proabbly stopped and chatted amiably with the girl! What's it gonna be?
He shook his head, then turned around to retrn to where the girl sat. He spoke, hesitantly, at first. "Oi, you... Firstie, get lost!" he yelled, "What's a boy gotta do to get some alone time around this place?"
For a split second his mind wandered back to the other firts year he had come in contact with that year. The one he had stood up for to his fellow Slytherins. He tried to block that out of his ind, and attempted an evil glare in this girl's direction.
{Sorry! He's a jerk again, for now.}
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Jan 2, 2008 19:04:45 GMT -5
It was his firts day back from his impromptu 'vacation,' and Donall was deep in thought. He had just arrived back at the castle the night before, and was in need of some quiet and private time to himself.
Now, the first day back to school, Don was trying to get back to his normal self, whatever that was. Thus, he could now be found stalking around the Courtyards, dressed in his winter clothes to keep warm.
He wlaked slowly, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the still and beautiful whiteness all around him. It had snowed heavily the day before, and the snow was still freshly laid out around him.
{OOC: This has been changed so it takes place after his brief time away from school. Beware, he is a jerk again, for now.}
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 17:34:17 GMT -5
"Listen... I - Uh, it has been a crazy day, and I can't even begin to get into it. But I suppose I'll see you 'round, eh?"
He stood up straight again, and then picked up his book and his bag from the ground. With his book in one hand, and his bag slung over his other shoulder, he continued speaking. "I'll leave you to your walk, then."
Dónall then turned on his heels and walked away without giving her a chance to respond. He walked along, slightly dazed and very confused.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 17:17:12 GMT -5
Don blinked twice, and said slowly, "...That was civil."
"I don't know. Just it's not in my place to say it as I never follow it myself, but I thought it's good to give people the benefit of the doubt. I'm not evil. Nowhere close to it. I guess that counts for something, these days..."
He uncrossed his arms and rubbed the back of his head a confused manner. "I... I suppose 'friends' would be asking a bit much. But what do you say to at least not being enemies?"
Dónall had no idea what he was doing at this point. He;d been acting strangely in his Defense class, answering questions and not ridiculing the professor. He even silently stood up for the knight to Anthony Corenthos! And now... Oh now he was truly in for it. He had openly agreed to stop berating this Ravenclaw whom he had argued with since he had first started at Hogwarts. Not to mention he hadn't been socializing with his House mates at all, which had prompted a demanding letter from his father.
Yes, he was most definitely going insane.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 16:58:22 GMT -5
Leaning back against the tree, with his arms crossed over his chest, he looked her directly in the eyes. "How would you know who I am if all you think is that I'm a smarmy bastard?"
His gaze dropped to the ground, and he said one more thing. "You people only see what I want you to see."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 16:48:05 GMT -5
Don nodded and turned around without saying a word, and the look on his face was something he had never shown before. It was fear mixed in with a feeling of discomfort.
He merely walked back to the tree he had leaned against, hoping that Jannings girl was following. Or maybe that she ad changed her mind completely, and walked in the opposite direction.
Either way, he had no idea why he was doing this, but deep down he knew it was so not Slytherin of him, that he just didn't care.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 16:30:41 GMT -5
"Look, it's been a really bollocksed day, and I have no desire to stand here and argue with you. If you'd like to have a civil conversation, I'd be willing to oblige, but I just can't deal with this right now."
Almost as soon as he'd said it, he regretted those words. Why in Merlin's world would he ever reveal anything like that to this Ravenclaw girl, and why would he offer to sit down and chat with anyone, least of all her?
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 16:17:06 GMT -5
Looking down at her, he replied, "Yeah, I'd rather be alone. But, at this point, it just doesn't matter anymore."
"Just forget it, Jannings, not even your bright Ravenclaw mind could help you understand." Though he had just complemented her intelligence, he disguised it as a not so harsh insult.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 16:03:39 GMT -5
'That smarmy prat! I try to be civil and she completely disregards any sort of exchange.'
Don seethed inside, but showed no emotion outwardly. He quickly got up and chased after her, stopping ahead and facing her. "Don't just turn your back on me."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 15:26:32 GMT -5
Don looked up from his book as he felt another person's presence near him. He caught sight of a blue scarf wrapped around a gray hooded sweatshirt, and then he found out who they belonged to.
'Hmm, and I thought the day couldn't get any worse,' he thought to himself. 'Seems I was highly mistaken.'
He nodded in the girl's direction, and spoke civilly. "Jannings."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 16:47:51 GMT -5
It was a chilly Saturday afternoon, and Dónall sat leaning against his favorite tree by the lake. He wore his regulation school pants, and a black hooded sweatshirt over a white button down oxford shirt. His legs were pulled up a bit, with a book opened against them.
This was always his favorite thing to do on a boring weekend day. A nice book and solitary afternoon were the best solution to his problems. Not that he would ever admit to having any problems, of course, but this was a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world.
He had received an owl that morning, from his father. Seán Kennedy, Don's father, had a certain standard of success and intelligence that Dónall was expected to maintain; this letter served as a reminder.
He was not happy with his father's words or threats, especially the empty words of affection written in greeting and closing.
Now, he sat outside in the chilly autumn air, merely ignoring the world around him and delving deeper and deeper into the enchanted world of his novel.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 24, 2007 16:24:20 GMT -5
Count me in, as well. Professor Taikal, let's have a class after Christmas Holidays!
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